Bottomless Pit

Then there are those women that stand at crossroads watching cars that pass by
dreaming to be passengers and not anything more, why am I not surprised after all they
are daughters of the soil…. They smile as their only tool is their bodies as they fall slaves to their
desires that can come from no where but their hearts
Their troubled minds never rest as they view with their limited predetermined brains that
were brought to maturity by blasphemy and deceptions

They all have one thing in common, no direction.
The world is applauding and it itself does not know the next move, listen
and you will hear a lot of noise as the agnostics will tell you about science “it has made it all”
so where are these men and women headed ? bottomless pit
 

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Sing your Song

                Crisp and light the morning breeze whistles,

                           a song to the coming of the day.

               As the sun peeps dreamingly in, awakened,

                             spreading caressing beams to the tune,

                                      so to say,

                                                AWAKE

                   to the song in your heart,

                                      and sing to the coming

                                                         of your day.

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